Patti Masterman

Ah, The Lips, And Ah, What Cheeks - Poem by Patti Masterman

Autoplay next video

Ah, the lips, and ah, what cheeks; Methinks though, you are not too deep.What sunbleached tresses frame your face, Even though you're lacking taste; Your laugh tears out the soul of me, And you're quite bent, it's plain to see.

Now touch me not, with your white hand: Anemic sprites, I cannot stand; Fix me not, in your blue eyes, For I don't want to hear those sighs.I'm sure your organs are complete-But I care not, to hear you bleat!